Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“Do you really think I’d take you anywhere less? I don’t mess around when it comes to pizza.”
“I guess not. I do appreciate you coming with me. I hate eating alone.”
“I’m not a fan of it myself,” I said. “But if it means getting some decent food and I have no other choice, I’ll do it. I imagine with your job you eat alone a lot.”
“I do,” she replied with a nod. “I’m starting to get tired of it.”
“You don’t like traveling?”
She turned her body some to face me. “I love to travel. But traveling for fun and traveling for work are two very different things.”
“That’s very true. Where are some of your favorite places you’ve been?”
She sighed and seemed to daydream a bit while she thought about her answer.
“Anywhere with mountains. Estes Park is one of my favorite places. Italy. Anywhere in Italy or France, actually.”
I laughed. “Never been to any of those places.”
From my side of the truck, I saw her tilt her head. “Do you want to travel?”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind it. Just haven’t found the time or the person I want to travel with.”
“Mmm,” she said as she faced forward in her seat again. “What kind of pizza is your favorite?”
That was a clear change of subject. “I like the twelve-topping classic.”
Georgie started to read on her phone again, then snapped her head to look at me. “You like pineapple on your pizza?”
“Yeah,” I said, laughing in disbelief that she would even question it. “You don’t?”
“I’ve never had it, but it sounds gross.”
I turned my head to look at her. “Wait. You’ve never had pineapple on your pizza?”
Her nose crinkled up again, and damn if it didn’t make my cock rock hard.
“No. Who puts fruit on a pizza?”
I let out a defeated sigh. “Georgie, we have got to fix this today. Like, this is life or death kind of shit.”
She let out a bark of laughter. “Life or death, huh?”
“Yes! Why haven’t you ever tried it?”
“I don’t know,” she replied. “It doesn’t sound good. I’m not one for taking risks.”
“Risks?” I repeated with a disbelieving laugh. “Risks? It’s pizza, for fuck’s sake. It’s not like I’m asking you to get on a bull.”
Laughing, she shook her head. “And I wouldn’t do that either. Nor would I go whitewater rafting, zip-lining, or anything else that I deemed dangerous.”
“Did you just say you think eating pineapple on a pizza is dangerous?”
She nodded. “Yes! Some people get very offended when you put it on pizza.”
I was positive I was gaping at her.
“What? We can’t all be fearless, Blayze.”
I pulled into the parking lot, parked, and then faced her. With narrowed eyes, I asked, “You think I’m fearless?”
“Of course you are!”
“How do you figure I’m fearless, Georgie?”
“Well, for one thing, you ride bulls.”
“And that makes it so?”
She shrugged. “Do you like to whitewater raft?”
“Yes.”
“Zip line?”
“Never done it, but I bet I would.”
“Do you snowmobile up in the mountains in the winter?”
I laughed. “You’re joking, right?”
She shook her head and opened her door. “You clearly don’t remember that I’ve never even climbed a tree.”
After getting out, she got her computer bag and put it over her shoulder before walking toward the front of the truck.
“Holy shit, I totally forgot you’ve never climbed a tree.”
“See, you’re fearless, and I’m not.”
I held open the door of the restaurant for her and winked. “I can be fearless enough for both of us.”
Georgie stopped walking and stared up at me. I had no fucking idea why I said that, and clearly neither did she. She blinked a few times and then headed into the pizza parlor. But there had been something in those green eyes that said she’d be on board.
I waited and watched as Georgie took a bite of the pizza. She chewed. Stopped. Chewed some more then stopped. When she lifted her gaze to mine, I couldn’t help but smile. I could see it all over her beautiful face.
She liked it.
“Well?” I asked before I took a bite of my piece.
After finishing up chewing, she set the pizza down, wiped at the corners of her mouth and looked down at her plate.
“I like it.”
“What was that?” I said as I leaned forward. “I don’t think I heard you. Speak up.”
Her eyes lifted to meet mine. “I like it. There. You happy now?”
Laughing, I nodded. “I am very happy. I told you that you’d like it.”
“Everything okay here?” the waitress asked, grinning down at both of us.
“It’s delicious, thank you,” Georgie said as she picked up her pizza again.
The waitress nodded. “Another round of beer?”
“I’ll take one. Georgie?”
She gave the waitress a thumbs up.
After eating the entire pizza between the two of us, I looked over at Georgie. “What are you doing tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow?”
I nodded.
She pulled out her phone. “I don’t have any interviews planned tomorrow. Your mom mentioned something about making some pies in the afternoon for a fall festival at the church.”